Hello to the Game that won't say my name
cause it don't know it
Destiny is not an orphan
or adopted
I will show it
and bestow it
pon the people
who say "who?!"
when they mention me, pull
up a chair,
your darkest pen,
the sharpest Sharpie that's ever been
and write this down
mark my words
nay sayers and 'never heards'
will never phase me
not one bit
it's inevitable,
made for this shit
just a matter of time fore they admit
though they manage to sign the opposite
of everything that I represent
stil I do my own thing
and I represent

to my own world, that's where I went
stay camped out
in my own tent
just writing these rhymes
half the time to vent
truth-telling is how the other half gets spent

that's despite the too-high percent
sleeping on my like they was bent
passed out at a party with a liquor-ish scent
not licorice candy
(you know what I meant)

I'm minty fresh to this game
real mint, not candy canes
or them green ice creams
know what i'm sayin?
hold out your hand
shake mine,
it's nice to meet you
probably want me on your team now that you see that I can beat you

but I probably won't be down
just stay up in the underground
so solo is how I'm found
in DC when they see me around
all it takes is for them clowns
to
see you wit a dude sometimes
then
use that as an excuse to claim
'he must be writin her rhymes'
ain't nobody got time fo dat
no sir
she is I and I am her
and that's the entire clique
and it's tight--solid as a brick

and I still feel like I roll thick
and I still feel like I mob sick
this is the healthiest hello
goodbye to the bullshit show
of the ass in the avatar
and no passion for who we are
I am passing them from afar
with no gas and just my guitar
so they asking me how I do
I'm like I wish that I knew too
it's just been something inside
I couldn't say if I tried
if I lied, I'd say you're dope
but I don't
and so I don't
and the 'you' in that is you
if you felt a bit provoked
if you felt hip hop was broke
I guess I'm its only hope
I'mma fix it all up right
we can all sleep good tonight

goodnight.

[Verse 2]

overanalysis is paralysis
I write
and write
til my hands get callouses
enough paper that could fill up palaces
feeling like it's finished:
that's where the challenge is
I challenge myself to a duel

I'm on the drawbridge
everybody's there
I saw the elderly
I saw kids
all crowded around tryna see what I'll do next
just
tryna block em out, never think would they expect this
so exhausting
having the cake
wanting to make
the best frosting
so this time they'll eat it up without coughing
offing
myself in the process
am I
am I making any progress?
yes
is the answer
but it comes slow
I second guess every line
lifelines in tow
and they say I'm bout to blow like the Ford Pinto
but that was 'fore I was born
I aint get the memo

now they off the bandwagon
they hate the foot-dragging
lagging
they don't see that fire-breathing dragon over there
just waiting to singe my hair,
swallow pieces of my rhymes and throw em up in the air
is this an unwarranted scare?
I don't know.
But fa sho it's a recurring nightmare
and I feel it creep in
every now
and every then

this is what I'm battlin
battlin

and my whole squad on that real shit
cause I'm my whole squad--that's some real shit
and my whole squad on that real shit
cause I'm my whole squad--that's some real shit